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I hired an MBA with thirty years of experience thinking that was important. I was wrong.
He was my prince. A savior. Until he asked…
Can I bring my dog to work?
As a pet-friendly fella that’s not tight on “corporate” rules, I said sure, why not.
I’ve done it in the past. And I still tend to bring in my sausage every now and again.
He’s a dachshund named Buster.
It was the first day of training and things we’re going miserably.
The damn dog had to piss more than I did. I’m notoriously known for having the bladder the size of a baby!
Seriously, I’ve had surgery to stretch it.
Don’t laugh!
Then the unthinkable happened.
I went over to his office to check on him.
He wasn’t there.
Where could he have gone I thought.
I slowly raised my head (like a slow action scene in a movie.)
My eyes looked up. I saw him through the office window. The hairs on my neck raised, my fist clenched.